aBIGsheep
07-20-2008, 11:25 PM
So, I'd just like to say waddup. This is my first post and I'm really excited to show you guys some of my work. Feel free to drop by and fire some high caliber criticism. Any comments are always appreciated! :DDD
I hope you enjoy the story!
Edit: I just read the sticky saying that I'm not supposed to make a new thread for another story. That's a shame, since I can't the title now. Anywho, life goes on.
Goodnight
I can't sleep. I can never sleep. Down into the early hours of the morning I always find myself watching the same infomercials, the same cacophony of round-about drumming inside of my head refusing me any rest. Sometimes I'd lay down in my bed and wait for Sleep to slowly come and crawl into bed with me. Other nights I'd stare at the mirror across at the other side of my room and I'd make faces at myself. Just to pass the time, you know?
I'd gone 4 nights without rest and I was laying in my bed. I came close! The folds beneath my eyes began to drag my whole face down. I was so excited, Sleep was to be mine at last! But she eluded me... As soon as the glare of the Sun struck at me through my window, Sleep was gone before I could pull her to my face. I could only wait for nightfall.
This was the moment of truth. As soon as the Sun fell back into the evening shade and only the Moon waned outside of my window, I slipped back inside my bed. I was ready. I wanted her to come so badly. But she never showed up. It'd been hours and I hadn't moved. I was awake. Sadly, I was still so awake...
"How are you?" I said to myself across the room.
"How are you?" My reflection replied.
"Tired." We said in unison.
"Then why don't you Sleep?"
And then I felt my head lay gently on my pillow.
I woke up the next morning amazed. Finally, I had a solutions to my problems. This could finally be a surefire way to lull myself back into Sleep.
It continued onwards every night afterward. Anytime I wanted to fall into the bosom of Sleep herself, all I had to do was simply talk into the mirror across from me. Eventually, I moved the whole frame next to me at my bed side. Asking myself how I was doing became redundant after a while, so I tried to spice things up just to entertain myself. It started off with talking about normal everyday stuff. The same stuff you'd tell somebody you see on the street. How my brothers and sisters were doing. How the work place was. The weather. Normal stuff. But after some time, I found myself talking about my personal likes. Red wine tastes delicious. I admire black hair. One of my turn-ons was how soft a woman's skin can be. It continued after some time. It was the best Sleep of my life.
I found myself rushing to sleep almost every night. I couldn't get enough. I'd lay there on my side against the mirror and speak softly. So softly, passionately. I felt happy just to be alone with Sleep.
"The Daisies in...." I found myself saying one night. But I could feel myself slowly edging into Sleep. My eyes blurred. I could see her dark, mangled hair through the faint outline against the mirror. Her lips were peeling, moving across from me, saying something. But I couldn't see. It was all Sleep now. Bloodshot eyes stared across from me. The folds beneath her eye lids made her whole face sag down. I could see her lifting 2 bony arms up towards me. The higher they went, the more skin drooped down to her elbow. She was whispering something to me, but she wasn't audible. I could only see her lips. Her eyes closed, and then I understood. She was reaching out to me. She wasn't saying something. She wanted to kiss me. Hold me.
O' beautiful beautiful Sleep...
I could feel the sunlight hitting my cheek. It was time to wake up. But Sleep was still there, still rasping and writhing her claw like hands out to me. Her eyes were open now and I could only watch as that poor wretched creature tried to pull me towards ever lasting rest. My eyes blurred. I could see my own silhouette against the mirror. A long, jagged cut stretched across the width of the surface. The sun felt cold as it hit the side of my cheek.
Now I can't Sleep. I can never Sleep again.
Watching
Beau was beautiful. She lived in the town long before the population boom. It was the time when the tallest thing in the whole county was the school's football stadium. One night, poor Beau couldn't sleep. Her room was cold despite that evening's July heat. Her mattress felt stiff, and the tree outside of her window constantly rapped against the glass.
Tap Tap Tap
Beau rolled out of bed and sighed long and deep as an unnerving chill raced down her spine. This happened often. Sometimes these bouts of insomnia happened for days on end. But she knew that chill. She knew it well. That chill was a sign. These were the times when she knew she couldn't go back to sleep. It was as if something wouldn't let her. It didn't matter how much she tried to fade back into slumber, it didn't matter how exhausted she was, they refused to let her rest.
Tap Tap Tap
Beau looked out of the window. Nothing. She rolled over on her side and shut her eyes, trying her best to fall asleep. She failed, as usual. But as she laid there on her side a feeling of dread slowly creep against her arm.
Tap Tap Tap
Something was watching her, she could feel it. It was outside of her window...
Watching.
Beau's mother sat up in her bed. She had heard a shriek from the down the hall. Was it real? Was it a nightmare? She didn't know. She slipped out of bed and walked to her bedroom door. And then it started again. The noise ran through the whole house, screaming as if something was tearing at its limbs. It sounded frantic, desperate. Painful.
Beau? The old woman said under her breath.
Beau!?
The old woman sprinted as quickly as she could to her daughter's bedroom. Her door was locked, cold to the touch. The woman started to scream uselessly from the other side, the screaming on the opposite end drowning her own frantic pleas.
Beau! Beau! Beau!
She banged on the door, but it was useless. The thing wouldn't budge. The old woman found herself collapsing against the old wood, tears streaming down her face.
Beau?
As soon as the door opened, the screaming stopped. All at once and all too fast. Calm. The silence that surrounded the old woman was something she had never experienced before. Deafening. The mother looked into the dark room. Her daughter sat there, silently. Hauntingly. The shadows of the tree outside of Beau's window hid the girl's face.
Beau? The old woman said to her daughter.
Beau?
Tap Tap Tap.
The tree rapped against the window pane and the shadows moved against her daughter's face. She didn't say a word, just looked stoically across the room at her mother. She looked pale, but her eyes were different. They looked wide, as if she had just seen the world for the first time. Her eyes seemed to dance around as she inspected her mother.
Yes? Her daughter said to the old woman.
Her eyes were different. Lively.
The mother took a deep breath. The air felt cold against her throat. Stale.
Are you alright, dear? The woman said
You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Her daughter looked at her. She didn't say a single word. Simply smiled, and sat there.
Watching.
I hope you enjoy the story!
Edit: I just read the sticky saying that I'm not supposed to make a new thread for another story. That's a shame, since I can't the title now. Anywho, life goes on.
Goodnight
I can't sleep. I can never sleep. Down into the early hours of the morning I always find myself watching the same infomercials, the same cacophony of round-about drumming inside of my head refusing me any rest. Sometimes I'd lay down in my bed and wait for Sleep to slowly come and crawl into bed with me. Other nights I'd stare at the mirror across at the other side of my room and I'd make faces at myself. Just to pass the time, you know?
I'd gone 4 nights without rest and I was laying in my bed. I came close! The folds beneath my eyes began to drag my whole face down. I was so excited, Sleep was to be mine at last! But she eluded me... As soon as the glare of the Sun struck at me through my window, Sleep was gone before I could pull her to my face. I could only wait for nightfall.
This was the moment of truth. As soon as the Sun fell back into the evening shade and only the Moon waned outside of my window, I slipped back inside my bed. I was ready. I wanted her to come so badly. But she never showed up. It'd been hours and I hadn't moved. I was awake. Sadly, I was still so awake...
"How are you?" I said to myself across the room.
"How are you?" My reflection replied.
"Tired." We said in unison.
"Then why don't you Sleep?"
And then I felt my head lay gently on my pillow.
I woke up the next morning amazed. Finally, I had a solutions to my problems. This could finally be a surefire way to lull myself back into Sleep.
It continued onwards every night afterward. Anytime I wanted to fall into the bosom of Sleep herself, all I had to do was simply talk into the mirror across from me. Eventually, I moved the whole frame next to me at my bed side. Asking myself how I was doing became redundant after a while, so I tried to spice things up just to entertain myself. It started off with talking about normal everyday stuff. The same stuff you'd tell somebody you see on the street. How my brothers and sisters were doing. How the work place was. The weather. Normal stuff. But after some time, I found myself talking about my personal likes. Red wine tastes delicious. I admire black hair. One of my turn-ons was how soft a woman's skin can be. It continued after some time. It was the best Sleep of my life.
I found myself rushing to sleep almost every night. I couldn't get enough. I'd lay there on my side against the mirror and speak softly. So softly, passionately. I felt happy just to be alone with Sleep.
"The Daisies in...." I found myself saying one night. But I could feel myself slowly edging into Sleep. My eyes blurred. I could see her dark, mangled hair through the faint outline against the mirror. Her lips were peeling, moving across from me, saying something. But I couldn't see. It was all Sleep now. Bloodshot eyes stared across from me. The folds beneath her eye lids made her whole face sag down. I could see her lifting 2 bony arms up towards me. The higher they went, the more skin drooped down to her elbow. She was whispering something to me, but she wasn't audible. I could only see her lips. Her eyes closed, and then I understood. She was reaching out to me. She wasn't saying something. She wanted to kiss me. Hold me.
O' beautiful beautiful Sleep...
I could feel the sunlight hitting my cheek. It was time to wake up. But Sleep was still there, still rasping and writhing her claw like hands out to me. Her eyes were open now and I could only watch as that poor wretched creature tried to pull me towards ever lasting rest. My eyes blurred. I could see my own silhouette against the mirror. A long, jagged cut stretched across the width of the surface. The sun felt cold as it hit the side of my cheek.
Now I can't Sleep. I can never Sleep again.
Watching
Beau was beautiful. She lived in the town long before the population boom. It was the time when the tallest thing in the whole county was the school's football stadium. One night, poor Beau couldn't sleep. Her room was cold despite that evening's July heat. Her mattress felt stiff, and the tree outside of her window constantly rapped against the glass.
Tap Tap Tap
Beau rolled out of bed and sighed long and deep as an unnerving chill raced down her spine. This happened often. Sometimes these bouts of insomnia happened for days on end. But she knew that chill. She knew it well. That chill was a sign. These were the times when she knew she couldn't go back to sleep. It was as if something wouldn't let her. It didn't matter how much she tried to fade back into slumber, it didn't matter how exhausted she was, they refused to let her rest.
Tap Tap Tap
Beau looked out of the window. Nothing. She rolled over on her side and shut her eyes, trying her best to fall asleep. She failed, as usual. But as she laid there on her side a feeling of dread slowly creep against her arm.
Tap Tap Tap
Something was watching her, she could feel it. It was outside of her window...
Watching.
Beau's mother sat up in her bed. She had heard a shriek from the down the hall. Was it real? Was it a nightmare? She didn't know. She slipped out of bed and walked to her bedroom door. And then it started again. The noise ran through the whole house, screaming as if something was tearing at its limbs. It sounded frantic, desperate. Painful.
Beau? The old woman said under her breath.
Beau!?
The old woman sprinted as quickly as she could to her daughter's bedroom. Her door was locked, cold to the touch. The woman started to scream uselessly from the other side, the screaming on the opposite end drowning her own frantic pleas.
Beau! Beau! Beau!
She banged on the door, but it was useless. The thing wouldn't budge. The old woman found herself collapsing against the old wood, tears streaming down her face.
Beau?
As soon as the door opened, the screaming stopped. All at once and all too fast. Calm. The silence that surrounded the old woman was something she had never experienced before. Deafening. The mother looked into the dark room. Her daughter sat there, silently. Hauntingly. The shadows of the tree outside of Beau's window hid the girl's face.
Beau? The old woman said to her daughter.
Beau?
Tap Tap Tap.
The tree rapped against the window pane and the shadows moved against her daughter's face. She didn't say a word, just looked stoically across the room at her mother. She looked pale, but her eyes were different. They looked wide, as if she had just seen the world for the first time. Her eyes seemed to dance around as she inspected her mother.
Yes? Her daughter said to the old woman.
Her eyes were different. Lively.
The mother took a deep breath. The air felt cold against her throat. Stale.
Are you alright, dear? The woman said
You look like you've just seen a ghost.
Her daughter looked at her. She didn't say a single word. Simply smiled, and sat there.
Watching.